Persona 4 Regression ULTIMAX! Part 6 (Patreon)

Chie threw her arms up in frustration, feeling ignored by the pair. The pacifier in her mouth didn't help her any as it blocked her protests, turning them into semi-intelligible mumbles. She wasn’t able to vent anything before her mom left and the silver-haired caretaker closed the door behind her.

With her mother gone Chie focused instead on the caretaker and what she'd said before. The promise of a change was a huge relief to her, since soon she wouldn’t need to worry about the squishy padding wrapped around her bottom. Her mind seemed to have trouble focusing on the other part, the friends that would supposedly be arriving. Chie struggled with keeping both thoughts in her head at the same time, like a train in her mind had to switch mental tracks to focus on one or the other.

She wanted to process the statement the teacher had made about friends arriving but her brain couldn’t switch tracks, not with the rapidly cooling urine in her pants squelching against her. Frustrated by her difficult thoughts,Chie decided she’d have to focus on the more important issue first, which of course meant getting a change as soon as possible. She watched as Ms. Nami traversed the room, eagerly waiting for her to come her way.

When the caretaker approached Yukiko instead of her however she immediately returned to sulking, voicing her discontent through the pacifier in her mouth. “Huy!” she said, pointing at Yukiko with an accusing finger, “Whu does shu guht ta guh first?”

Ms. Nami Chuckled at her, lifting Yukiko into her arms while patting the bulging. “It’s because Yukiko has made a much bigger mess in her diaper, so she gets first priority. ”

Chie let out an annoyed huff, crossing her arms over her chest and glowering at the pair. This earned yet another laugh from the caretaker as she plopped Yukiko down on the table, tearing open the devastated diaper. “Don’t worry Chie-chan, I promise you’re next. Okay?”

The tomboy cast her vision downward, not happy with the decision but also unwilling to rebel against the caretaker’s authority. Feeling defeated, she instead toddled toward the backboard on one wall of the room.

For reasons she couldn’t explain, she felt drawn to it, and sat down onto the squishy padding with a heavy thud, her legs splaying out into a V shape in front of her. The board itself had the basic kanji any kindergartner should know and several fundamental geometric shapes but Chie’s eyes passed over those easily. It was only when she saw the spiral in the corner that her gaze locked in place.

She couldn’t look away, nor did she want to. The curves of the shape invaded her mind as she stared. It was just a still image, drawn onto the blackboard by a piece of chalk. Rationally she obviously knew that, but as she sat there and stared her vision became fuzzy and lost focus before a fog spread in her mind.

What she did after that happened without any input from whatever maturity she had left, her body doing its thing without any complicated processes of conscious decision making. She leaned back, putting her hands behind her as support. From the outside it looked like the normal posture of someone just sitting. Chie was happy, sitting splay-legged and leaning back to examine the board in front of her. But that position was the first step in a process and one look at her face would have told the casual observer Chie wasn’t necessarily happy.

That wasn’t to say she was unhappy either, the look on her face could be best described as blank, with her eyes basically glazed over and the pacifier in her mouth hanging from the corner of an open and leaking maw.

She was mesmerized by the movement of the spiral and the way it drowned out her thoughts. She hadn’t realized how bad her regression had become since first arriving in the nursery but it didn’t even matter to her now.

As the hypnotic image spiraled, static filled Chie’s ears, replacing the sounds of the rain against the windows and Yukiko’s diaper change with gentle white noise. She could swear that in-between certain words she could hear something, like a faint call to action, but it was too quiet for her to make out.

Her body seemed to understand the commands well enough though as the muscles in her legs and arms tensed, lifting her bottom upwards and away from the floor. Just enough room to allow her already swollen diaper the space to expand as she pushed.

Chie’s face scrunched and twisted, still with its unfocused gaze. She let out soft grunts and moans, her gurgling stomach roiling as soft flatulence burst out into the padding. Had she been cognizant she would have fought the urge to mess herself–maybe even tried to make it to a bathroom–but, in her current state, there wasn’t that concern, just the will to hold herself up and push.

She was utterly trapped in the sensations of her own filth driving out of her body and coiling into the diaper beneath her, pulling its cushy seat down with its weight. The tapes strained against her waist, pulled tight by the dipping bottom of her nappy as it filled and sagged beneath her.

The oblivious police officer came back to reality with a sigh of relief, her gaze refocusing on the blackboard and the stationary swirl drawn on it. The first thing she noticed about herself was the strain on her arms and legs and the effort she was using just to keep them tensed up.

“Whu am uh hulding muhsulf up?” she asked, releasing her straining limbs. Instant regret filled her as her bottom sank into the warm gunk she’d packed her pamper with. The force of dropping her body weight forced it to spread around her waist. Even with it being kept constrained by the padding she found it wholly unpleasant.

Chie’s face twisted in disgust, complete with the sticking out of her tongue to indicate her displeasure. The pacifier popped out as she did so, giving her free use of her language again.

“Oh, gross! When the hell did this happen!?”

Ms. Nami turned to Chie, a finger ready to scold her, when the door to the classroom clicked open. Another figure skipped in happily, her copper-colored pigtails bouncing with each trot.